User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20120806212050/@comment-25220117-20120904145830

Slank smiled, displaying white canines, flecked with gray "Yew remember what I told ye about that weasel I met. Fine weasel, very loyal. I skewered his guts back in the Tavern, just after he gleaned some new tidings, ye recall. Well, I've just decided something, Swisher. We're going t' follow Milady, tail `er like a shark follows blood" He tossed the other oar to the ferret, his voice lowering dramatically, like an actor revealing a secret to his audience "An' we'll make her trust us"